I can’t tell you how many times I heard those two phrases in my life. They were usually preceded by some knuckleheaded move on my part. You know the kind. Moving too fast, brain elsewhere. Adding bleach to the dark laundry; scuffing the wall paint with the chair leg; knocking a glass from the counter.
But this month, I had cause to think upon those words more deeply as I wrote my father’s eulogy.
To protect. To take responsibility for. To look after.
Weighty stuff, eh? So, why apply it to “things” like possessions?
For my dad, it wasn’t about materialism. In his mind, to care for
If you learn to be grateful for the small things, like possessions, just imagine how grateful you will be for the really important stuff—your body, your mind, your loved ones, this planet, your fellow man.
What a wonderful life philosophy. What a wonderful lesson. What a wonderful man. I am forever indebted.